The Death Of Jimmy Martin Lyrics - Wounded Heart Of America - Tom Russell

There's a hound dog running all alone through the piney woods 

Lord his howlin' tears the soul out of me 

There's a jay bird calling up a funeral dirge 

In ancient harmony 

Barb'ry Allen rolled over in a grave all morning 

With roses growing out of her head 

Hey, God's gonna burn down Nashville, boys 

Cause Jimmy Martin's dead 

Ah, the great Jimmy Martin's gone dead 

You got twenty twenty vision but you're walkin' 'round blind 

You Grand Ole Opry fools 

With your hypocritic judgments and your self righteous snobbery. 

Your God damned false hearted rule 

You scorned Hank Williams, you shunned Jimmy Martin, 

Boys who sang with tongues of fire. 

So god's gonna burn down your Grand Ole Opry 

Hear the screams of the hypocrites and liars 

They feel safer now that Jimmy has expired. 

Run, Pete, run, your master's callin' you, 

He's waiting on up ahead 

Bm Don't look back, Nashville's burnin' down 

Jimmy Martin's dead 

Oh, The great Jimmy Martin's gone dead. 

Yeah, don't call me no country singer 

Those are poison words to me 

'Cause I ain't heard a good country song 

Since nineteen seventy three 

The King of Bluegrass has died for your sins 

The Whore of Babylon is sleepin' in your bed 

So God's gonna burn down Nashville tonight, boys, 

Cause Jimmy Martin's dead 

The great Jimmy Martin's gone dead. 

Run, Pete, run, your master's callin' you, 

He's waiting on up ahead 

Bm Don't look back, Nashville's burnin' down 

Jimmy Martin's dead 

Oh, The great Jimmy Martin's gone dead. 

There's a hound dog runnin' all alone through the piney woods 

The howling tears the soul out of me